Another Midnight Office Monday!

It was bitter cold walking down the hill tonight. That doesn't mean I'm sorry for wearing flip-flops. I've been wearing flip-flops since freakin' April--a whole week ago! No one should ever apologize for flip-flops. Shucks: I've worn them at weddings.

Anyway. Tonight was yet another late night at AH210. I'm beginning to like them. I feel like I'm the only person in the building, especially when my perception is confined to the papers in front of me and my 'Pod in my ears.

I rarely see them, but I know the janitors are hard at work. I'll look up one minute, and the motion sensor lights in the hall will be off. Then I'll go back to The Critiquening of papers and The Rockening of musicks. When I look up again, the lights will be back on. Either The Rockening is so hard that I set off the sensors, or someone else sets them off--witnesses my unabashed movements.

They're sneaky, those cobbler gnome janitors. The garbage in AH210 was brimming one minute and hollow the next. I wonder how they do it! I wonder if they watch me from the hall, if they hang out for a bit in the office, if they wag their wangs at me while my red pen flies and my oblivious head bobs.

I love The Rockening at Midnight. I'd like you all to meet my new favorite instrument:

That's right: It's a Desk Djembé. O the sounds it makes! The range! Vibrous basses to dry slaps and a million tones and timbres in between! A solid knee against the inside of the leg space produces bass tones that wilt Brawnce's pretty flower. There's my red pen, impliment of my Rüd rudiments.

During the day when AH210 is over-populated, I have to keep The Rockening in check, esle I receive Elyssar's annoyed stare. But on Midnight Mondays, the janitors surely have a dance party right outside the office--a ninja dance party, I'm sure, since I never see them.

Ninja Cobbling Janitors, Masters of the Flying Spirit Sweeper and Five-Point Garbage Deboweler.

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Blurry Picture Dump: This Weekend

Stupid Human Tricks don't count with finger help and such wrinkly concentration.

Impressed with Benjaminz Kenobi's powers, Sal Manda (of Kashyyyk) implores Old Benz to accept her first Padawan Learner in almost twenty years.

This is usually Tyler's face pre-flop before he calls $3 with 6-3-off and flops a boat. Instead of poker last Thursday, we were at McGoff's for the limierick contest. Clint voted for Tyler's limiericks, citing straightforwardness and profesh swearing as reasons.

I forget what Tyler said while Sal Mander of Kashyyyk and I were posing for this pic, but it was enough to open my mouth--which Tyler was far too excited to make me do. Tyler, please don't ever again tell me how nice it is when I open my mouth.

Mace...out